Renleigh Kensington

A massive fucking headache followed the night of fun at Niall Horan's place but in all honesty, it didn't bother me nearly as much as the burned omelette did. This was exactly why my career path didn't lead me to being a fucking chef. I burned the easiest meal on planet Earth and I knew there was barely any comeback from this.

No, there had to be.

There had to be because it was now the first of February which meant it was Harry's birthday and I had a list of things I had to accomplish throughout the next twenty-four hours. It had been a while since I gave a shit about anyone's birthday, not even my family's seem to want to make me go all out. Well, not to the extent I wanted to when it came to Harry.

So, I tried again and it seemed like it was going to turn out good. I didn't have everything to serve him a full English breakfast, mainly because I never really ate at home as, clearly, I had no idea how to cook. I mean I did but that didn't mean it would taste nice. I just prayed for the best with this half-ass breakfast.

Oh, come on. It surely is not that hard to make an omelette with sausage, hash-browns and beans.

Trust me, it got the best of me. And I wasn't so happy knowing I didn't have bacon, tomato, mushroom and black pudding on the side, then again, Harry didn't like mushrooms so I guess that was fine.

Once the two pieces of toasts were out of the toaster and buttered fairly, I placed them on the plate that looked like it could be eaten but whether it tasted nice or not was another question. Also, something that Harry would have to figure out so really, that was no longer my problem. I quickly disposed of the tea bag that was in the mug and took a sip of it to make sure at least that was good.

Well, that was a lie. I just wanted some of it. Plus, he would never find out that I took a sip.

Or three.

I tripped like twice and I almost dropped the tray the same amount but I made up back up to my room safely. Harry was still deep in sleep; his loud snores filled my room up and I couldn't help but laugh when he almost choked as he laid on his back. It made him wake up, though, and that saved me from having to do that at least.

"Mmm what's up," he mumbled tiredly whilst he rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palms.

"Rise and shine, princess!" I smiled. "You are now twenty-five and we are officially 2 years apart in age!"

"Yeah, until your birthday—wait, when is your birthday?"

"May."

"Hm."

"Yeah, now come on," I sat down next to him with the tray in my hands. "Pull the legs out, please," I asked because I wouldn't have been able to hold everything up without the contents going all over the place.

"You cooked for me?" he asked with pouted lips. "Baby, you are so cute but I must ask—am I gonna die?"

"I don't know. Try the food and we'll find out," I smiled smugly and he gave me a fake laugh until his face dropped and he pushed himself up against the pillows. "Go on, don't make me wait too long."

"Wait—is that a mug with a H on it?" he asked me as a grin widened on his face. His cheeks looked so soft as he smiled and his hair was quite messy since he had literally just woken up. His arm was filled with the imprints of the pillow and quilt case and it made me want to get back in bed and just cuddle.

Fuck.

I was becoming a sappy ass bitch.

"I don't know. Is it?" I asked back curiously. "Oh, yeah," I nodded. "It stands for 'hurry the fuck up and try the food!'"

"Not funny, woman!" he glanced at me and decided to take a sip of his tea. "I'm so glad we drink tea the same."

"One thing I can't fuck up, eh?" I smirked and he laughed at my comment. He pretty much confirmed he agreed with me on that without even saying anything. "Okay. Try the beans first, I only had to warm them up so it's less likely I fucked that up."

"Shut up, I'm sure it's all fine," he said. "You gotta give yourself a chance, love."

"Whatever," I sighed as I leaned back against the pillow. I crossed my ankles and intertwined my fingers on my stomach. "I uh... I was buying random shit online one night and I just so happened to come across that mug. I remember when you were proper upset because no one ever got you anything thoughtful like that so I just added it to my basket and then it turned up."

"Were you just going to give it to me randomly or something?" he chuckled.

"Yeah," I admitted. "Then you said it was your birthday soon and I was like, wow, perfect opportunity to give it to you."

"Well, I love it so you did good," he smiled at me and I felt a bit calmer that it was out of the way. It honestly stressed me out that he might end up not liking it. I was terrible at gift giving unless it was something expensive that I knew someone wanted.

"Thanks—I mean you are welcome," I said quickly. Was I meant to thank him for saying that? Who knows. I did, anyway.

"Why are you being so awkward?" he asked as he picked up the fork and got to eating. I nibbled on my bottom lip as I laid there with a million and one thoughts through my head. "Have you planned something for me?"

"No," I said right away. Maybe too quickly. But I was kind of embarrassed and it was better if he didn't know anything. "Just eat. I want to see if you survive because I always wanted to be a chef."

"That's a fucking lie," he laughed as he bit into his toast and I rolled my eyes. It was weird that he knew me so well. He always listened to me and he was very good at observing people so it shouldn't have surprised me that he knew that.

He carried on with his breakfast and I can't lie, I stole a few bites from him as well. I wasn't one to eat breakfast so I wasn't that hungry but the smell of the food was right under my nose and he enjoyed it so much that I just had to have a taste.

And then later on, I had a taste of him, too.

"Oh, this is good," he smirked when both of his wrists were secured to the back of the bed, two separate handcuffs kept him locked up and stripped of his power. He still had messy bed hair and he was only in his boxers, his neck already proud owner of three of my hickeys whilst his stomach could show off four of them. He left a couple on my breasts this morning, my PJ top somewhere on the floor, too far away for me to bother to pick up.

"I've also got something else for this morning," I let him know as I got off of the bed and walked towards my closet. This was something I knew would make his experience just that much better, at least I hoped it would because I really was going all out for his annoyingly sexy ass.

"Fuck. This is my best birthday yet," he commented when he saw me walk back in the room, his head up before he dropped it back on the pillow. I smirked as I climbed back up next to him, my legs on either side of his waist and my hands next to his head.

"You're cool with blindfolds, right?" I asked, just to make sure. I wouldn't have wanted him to freak out under me or something, he was also kind of tied to the bed and since I knew he was familiar with panic attacks, it wouldn't have been a pretty thing to witness.

"Yes," he replied and I swear he sounded excited.

A smug grin widened across my face as I leaned down and kissed his lips. Before he had the chance to kiss back, I pulled away and he already whined which made me excited. I kissed him once again, this time with tongue and all. I heard him tug on the cuffs but he achieved nothing and that made me feel super in control.

I tied the blindfold behind his head once I have had enough of just kissing him so that the real fun could begin.

My lips ghosted over his jawline as my hot breath fanned against his skin until I reached his earlobe. I bit down on it softly then whispered, "Now, since it is your birthday, I was thinking I would let you tell me what you want me to do. How does that sound?"

"You know what I want," he breathed. He was so easy to play. I already felt him get harder as I sat on him and I barely did anything.

"But I don't think I do," I pulled away from him, my body straight as I rested my hands on his bare stomach. I traced his butterfly tattoo with my nails and he seemed to like it as goosebumps covered his body. "I mean, I could stop now..."

"Kiss me," he said quickly as his chest heaved up and down. I so badly wanted to know what went through his head that caused that reaction.

But I did as he asked. I pushed myself further down on his legs so I could shower his body in kisses right from his happy trail. I kissed over the love bites and he gasped in surprise when my tongue ran over the bruises before I moved along. It was such a pretty sight—Harry tied up with a blindfold on. I didn't think this man could look any more perfect but here he is.

He smiled as I hovered over him. I placed my finger just above his lips and he was quick to dart his tongue out and lick the tip of it. I smiled smugly at the action as more and more ideas popped in my head. Next, I tried to hold my breath as best as I could, my tongue out as I slowly lowered my head. Again, he pushed his tongue out and he giggled when he wrapped his lips around mine. He then deepened the kiss and as enjoyable as it was, I pulled away. He whined and bit down on his lip as I moved around, my hands just above his shoulders as I leaned back down, my left breast just above his lips. He must have felt my body heat near his face as he opened his mouth again and lifted his head. His soft, warm and slick lips wrapped around my nipple for a short second before I pulled away, though it was enough for me to close my eyes and bite down on my lip in pleasure.

"What else?" I asked curiously. This really was in his hands. But it was still in mine. He could tell me what he wanted but whether I made those things happen or not, was a different question.

"Ride me," he said. "That's all I want... need to feel you."

"Aw, you are no fun," I pouted even though he was not able to see my expression.

"No, I'm horny," he bickered and I couldn't help but chuckle. "If it was up to me, I'd have already fucked you twice."

"But it's not really up to you, is it?" I traced his lips with my thumb and I pulled down his bottom lip. I kissed him again before I pushed the quilt to the side, almost falling off of the bed as my body moved down his legs again and my fingers hooked into the band of his boxer. "You are just gonna hurt yourself," I chuckled when he tugged on his hands again, his legs moved apart and he lifted his hips.

"I can't do this," he groaned as my lips peppered kisses all over his fern tattoos then down his happy trail where I eventually stopped. He began to pant loudly, there was not one part of him that felt shame by showing how much he enjoyed whatever was happening and I found that incredibly hot and sexy. "Please just touch me—fuck, I want something. Please."

"You know I don't like being rushed, don't you, handsome?" I questioned with a slightly stern voice, yet still playful. There was something in Harry being a complete submissive that I found entertaining and I just loved that he needed my touch so bad he could do nothing but beg for it.

"I'm sorry," he breathed. "I want you so bad," he said in a deep voice meanwhile my fingers slowly danced around his lower abdomen and teased him further.

"So, you think that just because it is your birthday, you can get whatever you want?" I asked. He seemed to nod in response and licked his lips. My hand wrapped around his hard cock and I tugged on it a few times whilst he moaned in pleasure. Then just as the movement of my hand stopped, he tried to break free from the handcuffs again. At this point, I was certain he enjoyed the pain it brought him and I had absolutely no idea how it took me so long, but it dawned up on me that he had a pain kink.

"Yes," he muffled in between short breaths.

"I would think about that answer one more time if I were you," I warned. "So, let me ask you again—do you really think you can get anything you want just because it's your birthday?"

"Please," he begged. "Let me get whatever I want."

"Alright, dammit," I gave in with a dramatic sigh. I leaned closer to his face and dragged my lips across his cheek until my mouth was near his ear and I whispered, "Only because I can't wait to have your cock down my throat and your cum on my tongue."

I showered him in kisses first and completely ignored his aching, red tip. He twitched in my hand whilst the other one reached for his balls and gently played with them. I knew it made his head go crazy and that was the whole point of this. I lowered my head eventually and as my tongue flattened against his hard shaft, I heard him inhale deeply while his stomach tensed and I licked my way up but still, ignored the tip. He panted and gasped for air loudly and I knew I was doing my job right.

"Renny," he moaned and I stopped for a second. No one other than my brother called me Renny. Who was not someone I wished to think of when I had my man's dick down my throat. "More, please—m'so good, please."

And because I was a fucking angel, I got comfortable and placed him right in my mouth. My cheeks hollowed as my tongue swirled over his tip and he moaned right away. His voice was deep and loud, my ears found it to be most beautiful sound in that moment. He was a comfortable size when he was inside of me yet I failed to fit all of him in my mouth, my hands having to cover the base of him. The simple thought of him inside me made me wet, the actual process of me sucking him off turned me on even more.

It was sloppy and messy but I knew he enjoyed it as he wasn't scared to be vocal. I could only imagine what it must have felt like to be laying there, without the power to touch or see anything. He could only hear what was happening and feel it, the familiar burn must have finally entered his stomach when he started to beg for me to not stop and give him more.

There was something else in the way he begged me and wanted me to give him the pleasure best known to human kind. I wondered if he had ever been played with the way I did every time we got together because he was down for everything and he seemed pretty familiar with certain things, too. He knew what he liked and what he didn't like, he was eager to try and experience more. And for me, that was a massive turn on.

"M'so close, baby, I—yes, fuck!" his voice was filled with so much emotion that his words were slurred. His hips were up from the mattress and it was kind of hard to keep him down, the handcuffs clinked against the metal of the bed headrest as he tugged on them time and time again. "I want it so bad, please."

"What do you want, pretty?"

"I want to—I want to cum... please, please, please," he was now softly crying and groaning under my touch, his hips moved all over the place yet he couldn't get anywhere. It was so fucking hot. He was on the edge of tipping over and I knew all he needed was my tongue over and flat against him in my mouth and he would be done for.

I moaned around him as he filled up my mouth and I swallowed every drop of his pleasure. I heard him inhale and exhale loudly as his body shook and he rode out his orgasm. My lips detached from his tip with a soft popping sound and I wiped the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Kiss me," he pleaded with a soft and weak voice. I pulled his boxers back up his leg until the band snapped against his skin and sat next to him, closer to his head, with my legs crossed. I chuckled as I leaned over him and kissed him sideways. I felt him exhale through his nose as he kissed me back. "Now take off this bloody blindfold."

"Damn, you go from sub to dom real quick, don't you?" I laughed as I untied the piece of material and so he could finally see again. I put it to the side as I grabbed the keys to the handcuffs and leaned over him a little to get them open. "Your wrists are so red, you idiot."

"Eh, it'll go away eventually," he said like it was no big deal. "It's worth it in the end."

"Of course, it does, Mr Pain Kink," I smiled at him smugly as I unlocked his other hand.

"I do not have a pain kink," he scoffed.

"And I'm the easiest person to get along with," I replied. "You know, you are not the only one to observe the other."

"Good to know my girlfriend cares," he said and I pinched his nipple at the snarky comment.

"I would be on my best fucking behaviour if I was you," I told him whilst I clasped the handcuffs together and slid the keys on it so I could find them the next time we needed them. Harry turned on his side and propped his elbow up, his head in the palm of his hand whilst his other hand rested on my thigh and he gave it a squeeze. "Also, go and get yourself together because you need to take me home so I can get dressed."

"Why don't you go home while I get ready and then we can meet back here?"

"That would require me leaving and coming back on my own."

"How about I meet you at your place then?" he asked as he tried to compromise.

"Why do you want to get rid of me so badly?" I tilted my head to the side as I asked him.

"Because you seem to have plans for us today and if you won't leave, I'm gonna end up pushing you on your back and eating you out. And then I'll wanna fuck you and we will never leave."

"Well... maybe you should," I looked at him challengingly. "Maybe you should eat me out. Heard it's good for headaches after a night out."

"Say no more," he grinned as he pushed my shoulders back and I laid across my bed. I laughed when he pulled me towards the edge of the bed by my ankles as he got on the floor and got on his knees. "Legs up, princess," he patted the side of my calf and I did just as he asked. "Hips too," he added as he fitted his fingers under the waistband of my PJ bottoms and tugged it down my legs.

He then pushed my knees apart after he made sure I was in the perfect position and wasted no time in kissing his way along my legs and inner thighs. His touch was nowhere near where my thoughts already went but my hands already fisted the sheet beneath me, my eyes were screwed shut and my teeth nibbled on my bottom lip. I acted like I haven't been touched in a month, when in reality, we fucked twice more after we got home from Niall's place.

"Your lips really do feel as soft as they look," I sighed in pleasure when he kissed me along my lips, between my legs where he belonged. My hand lived its on life as it took control, my fingers pushed through Harry's hair and toyed with the curls. "Dammit—I hate how good you are."

"Mhm," he replied in a hum that went through my entire body as he attached his lips to me completely. He licked into me and ate me up the way he always did, tasteful and sloppy, skilful and exciting just like the other times. Sometimes, it made me wonder how many people he had to have gotten with to be so good at his thing but I didn't like the thought of him with anyone else so I made myself believe he had all those people to practice on so he could give me the best treatment.

A few seconds later, he switched to his fingers, two at the same time. It squeezed a loud moan out of me that I did not even bother to swallow because it just felt so good. His fingers had the perfect feel and fit, they were long and when he curled them, it felt like he brought the stars down from the night sky and put them behind my closed eyelids.

"My princess is drenched, hm?" he whispered into the inside of my thigh as his fingers kept moving. He pressed kisses on my skin and I swear that made it that much harder for me to keep it together. "Sucking my cock makes you this wet, doesn't it?"

"Mhmmm—yes," I moaned softly and I opened my eyes as I pushed myself up a bit. He glanced up at me cheekily and chuckled which then made me giggle. He made things like this so much fun and it always felt so comfortable. I didn't mind being myself with him because he made me feel safe. "Hmm, I got lucky-lucky-lucky," I chanted until I felt his lips on me again and I gasped for air at the sudden contact.

"M'the lucky one," he mumbled.

But that could not have been farther from the truth. The way his skilful tongue worked wonders on me, I genuinely began to see stars behind my closed eyelids. Eventually, my thighs closed around his head which he seemed to have no problem with. The burn in my stomach was evident now, his tongue deep in me as his nose pushed into my sensitive clit here and there. The feeling was indescribable and I didn't know how long I could hold out for.

"H-Harry, let me cum," I asked, but didn't beg. That was his specialty. "I'm so close."

"Yeah?" he mumbled and fuck me. I never wanted someone as bad as I wanted him then. I don't know why, but whenever he spoke to filthily to me, I just wanted to give in and be his full-time whore. "Cum for me," his deep, lust filled voice ran through me and just as he said those words, my body was like yes, right away sir! and I was a mess. "That's my good girl—fuck, look at you."

"Fuck," the word just rolled off my tongue as a moan escaped alongside it, my clit throbbing and sensitive after the amount of pressure focused on it. "That was worth being late."

"Not one time where I left you high and dry," he smirked at me as he made the comment. "James Allford, Theo O'Neil, Sebastian Reyes, Lewis Capra and Zayn Malik could only dream of having my talent."

"Wait..." I laughed as I looked at him with a surprised facial expression. "How do you remember their names?"

"They did my girl wrong, how could I forget their names?" he rolled his eyes. "Of course, I would remember them. Who do you think I am?"

I groaned and grinned as I stood up from the bed. I felt his stare on my back but I didn't dare look at him. He was mad annoying. He kept making me feel things, my chest kept going warm and my heart always thumped like I ran or something.

I haven't felt that way in so fucking long, not since Wolf, anyway. But even then, the feeling was nowhere near as intense as it was when it came to Harry and that shit was scary.

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a.n.

bro i missed our old friend, the cuffs 😴 it's all harry deserves on his birthday isn't that right xx o btw how are we liking the smut chapters? i felt like there was not much action so i had to shove a couple in hehe

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